“We’re going to give it to Mrs. Golden,” said Bunny.

“Mrs. Golden?” cried their father.

“You mean you’re going to buy something at her store?” asked Mrs. Brown.

“No, we’re going to give it to her,” said Bunny gravely.  “She owes money and Mr. Flynt will close up her store if she doesn’t pay.  So we’re going to give her our money so she can pay Mr. Flynt and then the store will stay open.”

“’Cause if it’s closed,” added Sue, “we can’t have any more fun helping keep it.”

“Oh, ho!  I see!” laughed Mr. Brown.  “Well, I must admit I forgot all about Mrs. Golden.  I promised to see if I couldn’t help her when you told me about Mr. Flynt before, but I forgot.  Now, children, it wouldn’t be right for you to take your bank money to help Mrs. Golden.  She wouldn’t want you to do that.  Put away your pennies, and I’ll see what I can do to help.”

This made Bunny and Sue feel happier, and they went to bed more satisfied, for they felt sure their father could make everything right.  But the next day, when they went in to see Mrs. Golden, to help keep store, they found her looking very sad and unhappy.

“What’s the matter?” asked Sue.

“Oh, just the same old trouble,” Mrs. Golden answered.  “I need money to pay bills.”

“Mr. Flynt’s?” asked Bunny.

“Yes, his and another man’s.  I’m afraid, children, you won’t be able to come here much longer and help keep store.”

“Why not?” Bunny wanted to know.

“Because there won’t be any store—­at least I won’t have it.  I’m afraid I’m going to lose it.  If I could only get some more customers and do more business I might manage to pull through until Philip gets back.  But I don’t know—­I don’t know!” and she shook her head sadly.

That afternoon, going home with Sue, Bunny had another idea.

“Sue!” he exclaimed, “if we can’t give our money to Mrs. Golden maybe we can get her more customers.”

“How?” asked the little girl.

“We can ask everybody we know to come and trade there,” said Bunny.  “I remember when the Italian shoemaker started down at the end of our street and I took my rubber boots there to have him fix a hole, he said for me to tell all the boys I knew to bring their boots and shoes to him to be mended.”

“Did you?” Sue inquired.

“Yes.  And the shoeman said I brought him good trade and he gave me a piece of beeswax.  So maybe we could get customers for Mrs. Golden.”

“Maybe we could!” cried Sue.  “Let’s tell the other boys and girls to get their fathers and mothers to let them buy things at Mrs. Golden’s, and then she’ll have a lot of customers!”

“Oh, let’s!” cried Bunny Brown.

And they did.  The next day, when Bunny and Sue were playing with Charlie, George, Mary, Sadie, Helen, Harry and Bobbie, the idea was spoken of again.

“Fellows and girls!” exclaimed Bunny, who got up to make a speech, “we have to help Mrs. Golden.”